underpaid na nga, overworked pa. nurses don't get paid enough to be catching strays like this.
also, ang funny lang na gine-generalize yung buong nursing when, every program has its own share of mayayabang, mean girls, at toxic people. hindi naman exclusive sa nursing yan.
the war will end, and leaders will shake hands, and the old lady will still wait for her martyred son, and that woman will wait for her beloved husband, and those children will wait for their heroic father. i don’t know who sold our homeland, but i know who paid the price.
whoever said “i don’t want to be in a relationship because i don’t want someone who constantly feels entitled to my time/ body/ energy” was so real idc fight amongst urselves
let’s admit na sobrang dami pa nating hindi alam sa mundo despite having the laudes and high grades.
go outside your comfort zone, try new things and stuff that you are not originally interested to, be good listener and communicator!
we learn by doing and in practice💡
Look closely at the tiny muscle bulging on the forearm just below the elbow. That is the extensor digiti minimi, a small muscle that helps extend the little finger. Anatomically this muscle becomes especially active and visible when the little finger is extended. Notice how Moses is lifting his pinky? That is why Michelangelo sculpted that specific muscle in tension.
This kind of insane biological accuracy came from his nights spent dissecting corpses at the hospital of Santo Spirito in Florence, where he traded a wooden crucifix and other artwork for access to dead bodies to master the mechanics of human flesh.
Resist the urge to immediately turn your rage & grief into words, into fancy metaphors, into something consumable by others. Resist the urge to excavate the wounds for the lesson. We can just exist, go to the water, grieve + scream + cry. We don’t have to make it Instagram-able.
I think everybody should write substack personal essays. I think everybody should be self-indulgent and self-flagellating and narcissistically milking the most mundane minutiae of their lives. Because what else do you have but stories… And maybe it brings us closer